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@elle-bergstrom
⨳ — TYPES OF HUGS;
send one for my muse's reaction!
♥ – A romantic hug ☺ – A friendly hug ♫ – A hug while dancing ✉ – A hug goodbye ღ – A hug in greeting ❣ –A hug after being separated ✪ –A sleepy hug ✢ – An awkward hug ♢ – A familial hug ⊗ – A quick hug ☄ – A long hug ✾ – A passionate hug ☀ – A hug from behind ▲ – A surprise hug ☑ – A polite hug ✸ – A bear hug ✚ – A hug while cuddling ‽ – A hug around the waist ♠ – A squeezing hug ❋ – A silent hug ♣ – A spinning hug
Monstrous Headcanons
♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life
𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
❛ Race you to the bridge? ❜
❛ What do you think? ❜
❛ Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid? ❜
❛ Do you understand why I did it? ❜
❛ The question was not why the man had to die, but why I must do it. ❜
❛ We hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword ❜
❛ If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. ❜
❛ Easy to say, and harder to do. ❜
❛ Up here it was different. ❜
❛ Every noble house had its words. ❜
❛ And it will only grow worse. ❜
❛ I know how little you like this place. ❜
❛ Is it really mine? ❜
❛ What does he want from us? ❜
❛ The fire is in our blood. ❜
❛ I want to go home. ❜
❛ I don’t know. ❜
❛ You have not changed at all. ❜
❛ In those days, the smell of leather and blood had clung to him like perfume. ❜
❛ She deserved more than darkness. ❜
❛ This is her place. ❜
❛ I was with her when she died. ❜
❛ Promise me. ❜
❛ They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. ❜
❛ I bring her flowers when I can. ❜
❛ In my dreams, I kill him every night. ❜
❛ A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves. ❜
❛ Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. ❜
❛ You are still too serious. ❜
❛ I believe I was younger than you the first time I got truly and sincerely drunk. ❜
❛ You don’t miss much, do you? ❜
❛ I forget nothing. ❜
❛ Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. ❜
❛ Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you. ❜
❛ What is it? You’re shaking. ❜
❛ I’m afraid. ❜
❛ That cut deep. ❜
❛ Just where do you think you are going? ❜
❛ You’ll shame us all! ❜
❛ It isn’t fair. ❜
❛ I did not make the rules. ❜
❛ _______ is truly a little shit. ❜
❛ You’ll be sorry! ❜
❛ Let me do it. I can beat him. ❜
❛ Nothing is fair. ❜
❛ It was almost like being invisible. ❜
❛ Don’t you see the danger this puts us in? ❜
❛ Don’t play the fool. ❜
❛ Come back here. ❜
❛ I tell you, he loves me not. ❜
❛ What are you doing? ❜
❛ The things I do for love. ❜
ingrid-magnussen
“Probably. I can’t see that they would care about much of anything other than keeping us away.” She couldn’t help but be somewhat happy that Elle was there. She couldn’t imagine being there with nobody. “Have you seen anyone else here? Do you know if they’re taking us all to one island? Or is there another one?”
“No, not really,” Elle bowed her head slightly, gaze drifting somewhere behind Ingrid’s left shoulder; not focused on anything in particular. “I’ve been keeping mostly to myself. Trying to stay under the radar...” she shuffled uncomfortable, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Alrik was here,” she said after a long moment. “They said he got into a bit of —erm—mischief.” The understatement of the century. “So...the pirates killed him. —Ever since I learned that, I’ve felt like they’ve been watching me. Almost like they expect me to...I don’t know...do something stupid, I guess.”
There were a lot of things Elle had always attributed to her big brother, but the biggest comfort had always been her ability to find him anywhere. Standing four inches above six feet, the future king literally stood a head above all others. Even more so on this tiny island. Fisting two plastic cups filled with full of blended ice and fruit and a shot of rum, her icy blue eyes scanned the scant crowd until she caught sight of that familiar blonde head. “You’re impossible to miss, you know?” She grinned as she handed him one of the cups. “I got that made special for you. You have time today to spend with your little sister, storebror?” ( @isak-bergstrom )
Isabella was doing her best to blow off steam, her own mind seeming to chase after the pirate as she made her way through trees and avoided the creatures hanging around the jungle. Most people avoided the area because of wildlife within, although the most dangerous creatures were mostly taken care of, a few more annoying creatures remained. Monkeys being an annoying creature left on the island and one particularly always stalked the captain. She stepped out of the dense tree covered area and started towards the main square of the island, monkey follow close behind her, careful about the few people walking about. She sat on a large rock and looked at the creature, noticing someone else seeing the monkey. “You feed them one time and they think you’re their best friend,” she explains and pulls a bag of granola from the bag wrapped around her. She tossed a few pieces to the creature and it took the food then retreated to the trees once more. “I decided its name is Delilah,” she explained and turned her attention to the woman.
@elle-bergstrom
Elle had seen all manner of critters and creepy crawlies since she’d found herself sequestered on pirate island. The colorful lizards that skittered in and out of garden beds, along the walls and the trees had gone from a heart stopping nuisance to being a bit of a comfort. She’d even grown used to the insects with their weird sounds. But there was one creature she still couldn’t get used to, the one that was always a nuisance —steeling a spade here when her back was turned in the gardens, snatching up unattended snacks and drinks, before stumbling off in their weird toddlerish gate. Fucking monkeys. “Yea, well...,” she frowned, her attention more on the monkey crouched behind the pirate captain than the pirate herself. “Delilah seems a fitting name. I remember her being a theif as well. —I’m fairly certain that one,” she pointed at the monkey, “the one making off with all the gardening tools.”
ingrid-magnussen
Ingrid let Elle stay in the hug as long as she wanted. It had only been a few hours for her here and she already needed someone she knew. She wasn’t sure how she could have survived without someone she knew for a long period of time. “I can’t believe they’re doing this. I mean I understand that it is reality. They think it’s a holiday? How can this be a holiday when we’re away from our families? Our homes?”
“They haven’t been too forthcoming with the why of it all, if I’m being completely honest.” Elle place a hand on either hip and shifted her weight to the right. Her long blonde ponytail swayed with every movement she made, “I don’t think they care all that much about families; just want to throw the world into chaos or something.” Elle would be lying if she said she hadn’t spent many a nights on the island trying to figure out the pirate’s end game in all of this. But so far, she’d come up empty handed. Maybe now that she had Ingrid and Isak, the three of them could put their heads together and come up with...something.
Closed Starter
NIKITA HATED WORK, CORRECTION working on the gardens. She felt betrayed by what she used to watch on tv. She never put her hands on the ‘ground’ to do anything on them. She had workers for it. The Russian was really klutz, as her family would label her a ‘walking tornado’. And to complete, she’s colorblind, sometimes she needed to know each 'flowers’ should cut or things like that. The last time she cut out all the wrong plants and flowers. Nikki was watering the garden, hating the heat of the sun burning her neurons, her cheeks in the shade of pink due to the sunburn. Perhaps, it was time to re-touch the sunscreen. The blonde hates be this pale. But she heard a voice, thank God it was a distraction! And she turns to Elle. A wicked smile radiated through her delicate features. ❛ Sure! ❜ Literally, she kicked the bucket in the middle of the shrubs, lucky for her wearing galosh, did not hurt. She came rushing towards her co-worker and stayed by her side. ❛ Any special place would you like to take me? ❜ She wipes the sweat from her forehead in her wrist. ❛ I’m sorry, for looking… Disgusting. ❜ Nikki points herself, from how she was sweating profusely, so she tried to stay a certain distance for the other blonde. ❛ I look great after work. ❜ Meaning, she could take a shower, and look like a normal human being, not someone who has been wrestling with trees, flowers all day long.
Outside of a few potted plants she kept around her place back home, Elsa hadn’t been much for manual labor either. And now her hands had blisters on her palms that blossomed and burst at the most inopportune times. There were so many bandaids on her hands that they looked like they belonged to someone the resided in the basement of a pyramid versus a princess of Sweden. The only good that’d come from it was that her skin was now a deep shade of tan she’d never been able to achieve back home, but even that had it’s drawbacks. She had tan lines everywhere. On the middle of her thighs from her shorts, on her shoulders and arms depending on the type of shirt she wore (middle of her biceps or lining the crook of her shoulders). The gardeners back home deserved a raise...or at least a yearly trip to the spa. On her dime.
“Why, I’d like to take you about fifteen feet to the left on that patch of shaded sand right there.” Elsa pointed to a spot on the ground only a few yards from where they both stood. As much as she hated her job, it was better than a few of the other menial tasks the pirates could’ve assigned her to. And they were always threatening to move them into one of those positions whenever they caught her slacking off, so....”And the moment we see one of those pirate bastards, we’ll be close enough to hop up and pretend we’re still working.
‘ may our good luck last. ’
Elsa had to snort at that —very loudly and very unbecoming of a princess, but it just kind of slipped out. “I’m sorry,” she giggled into the rim of her wine glass. “I don’t mean to laugh, but...given our situation, I’d wager our luck ran out the moment the pirates stuffed our royal asses in the bottom of their ships. But a drink is a drink and any reason is as good as another.” Raising her glass in a salute, she downed half of her wine in a gulp. { @hrhxainsley}
“Don’t squeeze so tight!” -- Isak
Baby blue eyes flickered to her tiny hand squeezing the life out of Isak’s giant one. His flesh flashing an almost absolute white where his fingers dug into his skin. “Sorry,” she sang in a small voice, but only loosened her hold from bone crushing to slightly bruising. Staring across the room at the boy that she might one day call husband, it was a lot to take in for an eight year old girl. “What if I don’t like him, Isak? What if he’s mean?” { @isak-bergstrom }
Frozen 2, Part I
ALL IS FOUND ‘ sleep my darling, safe and sound. ’ ‘ can you brave what you most fear? ’ ‘ where the north-wind meets the sea, there’s a mother full of memory. ’ ‘ come my darling, homeward bound.’ ‘ when all is lost, then all is found. ’
SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE ‘ we’re all getting older. ’ ‘ some things never change, like the feel of your hand in mine. ’ ‘ it feels like the future is calling. ’ ‘ are you telling me tonight you’re gonna get down on one knee? ’ ‘ i’m really bad at planning these things out, like candlelight & pulling of rings out. ’ ‘ maybe you should leave all of the romantic stuff to me? ’ ‘ if i commit and i go for it, i’ll know what to say and do. ’ ‘ is something coming? i’m not sure i want things to change at all. ’ ‘ turn around and the time has flown. ’ ‘ may our good luck last. ’ ‘ i’m holding on tight to you. ’
INTO THE UNKNOWN ‘ some look for trouble, while others don’t. ’ ‘ i’m spoken for, i fear. ’ ‘ everyone i’ve ever loved is here within these walls. ’ ‘ i’ve had my adventure, i don’t need something new. ’ ‘ i’m afraid of what i’m risking if i follow you into the unknown. ’ ‘ what do you want, because you’ve been keeping me awake? ’ ‘ are you someone out there who’s a little bit like me? ’ ‘ every day it’s a little harder, as i feel my power grow. ’ ‘ are you out there, do you know me? can you feel me, can you show me? ’ ‘ where are you going? don’t leave me alone! ’ ‘ how do i follow you into the unknown? ’ WHEN I AM OLDER ‘ this will all make sense when i am older. ’ ‘ i’ll have all of the answers when i’m older. ’ ‘ i know in a couple of years, these will all seem like childish fears. ’ ‘ growing up means adapting, puzzling at your world and at your place. ’ ‘ when i’m more mature, i’ll feel totally secure. ’ ‘ there’s no need to be terrified or tense. ’ ‘ this is fine. ’
Artwork Asks
Mona Lisa: Do you like to look neat and orderly? How long does it take for you to get ready for the day?
Starry Night: Do you enjoy watching the sky and daydreaming?
The Scream: How easy/hard is it for someone to startle or make you lose focus?
The Persistence of Memory: Do some people consider you to be a weird or strange person?
Girl with a Pearl Earring: Do you like to wear jewelry? What are your favorite pieces of jewelry and approximately how much are they worth?
The Last Supper: Are you religious at all?
Guernica: Is the world “Black and White” to you?
American Gothic: Would you like to lead a simple and happy life? Or do you prefer adventure?
The Creation of Adam: What is your favorite story from Mythology? Do you have any favorite Fables or Fairytales?
The Birth of Venus: Do you like to be in the spotlight?
David: Are you the bold type? Do want your ideas and thoughts to be heard all around the world?
A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte: Do you take time out of your day to kick back and relax? Where can people find you if so?
No. 5, 1948: Do you tend to break away from traditions and cultural norms? Are you the rebellious type?
Pietà: Name something that tugs at your heartstrings.
Venus De Milo: Do you believe that everyone deserves a second chance, no matter what they’ve been through in the past?
The Thinker: Do you often find yourself getting lost in thought? What is it usually about?
The Great Wave off Kanagawa: Do you like the Ocean?
Water Lily Pond: What are your favorite flowers?
Capitoline Wolf: What is your relationship with animals? Do you like them? What is your favorite animal?
Winged Victory of Samothrace: Do you strive to meet your goals and never give up on them?
Nighthawks: Are you a night owl or a early bird?
Lady with an Ermine: Do you have any pets? Would you like to have pets? If so, what would your dream pet be?
Wanderer above the Sea of Fog: Do you tend to get lost easily?
Napoleon Crossing the Alps: Are you a brave and daring individual? Would you fight for freedom if you had to?
The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp: Do you value your ability to get an education?
Christina’s World: Is there anything you long for?
Washington Crossing the Delaware: Do you want to make an impact on this world? What do you want to be remembered for?
ingrid-magnussen
Ingrid hugged Elle back just as tight. In many ways, the Swedish royal felt just like her own younger sister. For fifteen years she had seen her as such. As much as she hated that Elle was there, she was beyond thankful that she was okay. “Jag är ledsen att du är här men jag är så glad att se dig.” She moved away just enough to look in Elle’s eyes. “Are you alright? Have they hurt you?” She knew if they had, Isak would already have made them pay but she wanted to know for herself. “They haven’t forced you to do anything bad?”
Elle stayed where she was, arms wrapped around a familiar form, for just a moment longer before she loosened her grip enough to let the other go free. She hadn’t realized until now just how much she’d been craving even the smallest sense of familiarity. “No, nothing crazy like that,” Elle let out a soft chuckle. “Besides slave labor; they haven’t done anything agregious. —Outside of kidnapping and the occasional murder; they’re trying to play this off as if it’s some kind of unelected holiday for us.”
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🐱 Does your muse have any pets? If not, what pet would they really like?
“No I don’t. I like animals, but I don’t like the responsibility of them. If I did have one, it’d probably be a fish or something easy like that.”
👶 Would your muse be a good parent? Do they want to be a parent, if they are not already?
“A good parent? Isn’t that what nanny’s and the like are for?” Elle let out a nervous giggle. “I’m joking. —Sort of. I’ve never really thought about before, I guess. I’ve never had the responsibility of caring for something outside of myself. —I mean, I hope I make a good parent. I’m up to trying.”
☀ Is your muse a morning person or a night owl?
“If the sun is awake, then I’m awake —or whatever Ana said in Frozen. I love just being in the sun; in nature, really. The night is fine and all, but the stars and the moon have nothing on the sun. —God, i sound like such a floof right now.”
🌈 What are three wishes that your muse would make?
“Well that’s easy. 1. Would be to get the hell off of this island with my brother and Ingrid along with me. 2. Would be that all royals get the opportunity to marry for love instead of country —you know, like the normal people. And 3...Um...world peace, I guess.”
